16. Corey

Chapter 16

Corey

Since winter break began two weeks ago, there have only been a handful of days that have passed without me being inside Luke.

My dick has never been happier.

That goes for the whole of me.

I went home to Oregon for a couple of nights over Christmas to be with my family, but the second I was back on campus, I was back in Luke’s arms. Literally. He picked me up from the airport and then drove us to a dark corner of the parking lot so he could give me a welcome home blow job.

I get that it’s the honeymoon period, but I never want it to end. It’s not even the sex part. It’s the connection. I’ve never felt this close to anyone in my life. He feels like the other half of me.

“Corey,” Luke says, in his I-want-sex voice, as he walks into my bedroom carrying a couple of drinks.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I ride you?”

I gesture to my naked body. “Does it look like I’m going to say no?”

“No, but consent is sexy.”

“It is,” I absentmindedly agree. “Get Naked. Now that you’ve said you want to ride me, I need to see you bouncing on my dick.”

He shucks his clothes in record time and grabs the lube, pouring some into his hand. He straddles my legs and strokes my dick a few times, making sure I’m all covered. Even though we had sex three times already today, I could easily get off with him touching me like this.

Thankfully, he stops before that can happen. He lifts my dick up to his hole and sinks down it.

Fuuuck,” I yell. “Shit, Luke, you didn’t even prep yourself.”

He lifts himself off so only my tip is inside him before bottoming out again. “Didn’t need to prep. I was still stretched from the last time. It was only half an hour ago.”

“We might be sex addicts.”

“Nah, we’re just horny college students. I bet when we’re thirty, we’ll only have sex once a day.”

I’m pretty sure it will be less than that, but he starts bouncing on my dick like his life depends on it.

I love this. Watching him drawing his pleasure from me, his messy curls flying everywhere, eyes glazed in lust.

The show doesn’t last long before the need to take control overtakes me. I grab his hips and bring him down onto my cock at the same time as I thrust my hips up into him.

Luke’s eyes roll back in pleasure as I do it again and again, hitting his prostate.

Every. Single. Time.

I feel his whole clench around my cock, letting me know that he is about to come all over me. The fact he cums hands-free is fucking sexy.

I fuck him through his orgasm before I give into my own pleasure and fill him full of my cum.

He sags forward and presses a kiss to my tattoo.

“I think I need a shower.” He mumbles even as he snuggles more into me.

“What if we shower together?”

Quicker than I thought he could move, he is up and off me.

“I love that idea. I think my ass might need a rest, but I can blow you if you want?” He bounces on his feet.

“This time, I think we should just get clean with maybe some heavy petting, and tomorrow I will fuck you in the shower.”

“I’m down for that.”

We have our shower with the heavy petting, mainly being me making sure Luke’s ass is thoroughly clean. The joys of being the president and having an en suite is unmatched. I love that we can take our time in here and not have to worry about anyone banging on the door to get us out. Unlike at the cheerleader house, where I took a piss for five seconds and had Perry banging on the door and threatening to eat toast in my bed.

Once we’re finally out and dressed in sweatpants, my plans for cuddles and watching any old sitcom to fall asleep to are dashed when a lot of shouting starts coming from downstairs.

Luke looks as confused as I do. “Should we go and see what all that fuss is about?”

Before I get the chance to answer him, my door bangs open and Seth is in my room, out of breath. “Corey, we have a problem. There are some guys here wanting to kidnap Luke.”

Two men I have never seen before also run into my room. The short twinkish one is brandishing a giant dildo at Seth.

“We’re not here to kidnap him. We are here to save him from you incorrigible rakes.”

“He’s been binging Bridgeton,” the other guy says with an eye roll. This guy is the opposite of a twink…okay, that would be a bear, and that’s not true. He’s taller than him, though, and stocky like he plays football.

“Yeah, I don’t care about his television habits. I care that the two of you burst into my bedroom and threatened my boyfriend,” I say in my cold voice and give him my deadliest stare. “Take your twink and his dildo, and kindly fuck off from my house.”

So this is usually the point where people start tumbling over their words or flat out turn around a run away. This guy just smirks.

And so does his twink.

It unnerves me because it is the exact same smirk Luke does when he’s about to suck my dick.

Which means…

“Oooh, I think he’s finally realized who we are.”

They are Benny and Tyler.

“I think you might be right.”

Luke’s brothers.